𝗯 𝘆 :: 𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿 [[𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵𝗼]]
𝗳 𝗶 𝗹 𝗲  𝘁 𝘆 𝗽 𝗲 :: 𝗳𝗹𝘂𝗳𝗳, 𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝘃𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗼𝘂𝘀
𝘄 𝗮 𝗿 𝗻 𝗶 𝗻 𝗴 :: 𝗻𝗼𝗻𝗲

What does love feel like?

He finds himself wondering that some nights as he lies awake in his bed, eyes staring at the plain ceiling. But as he picks up his phone from the bedside table and turns it on, looking at the wallpaper—a picture of you giving a million-dollar smile to the camera, he knows.

Love feels like the walking back from school with your shoulders touching, tints of pink on both of your cheeks.

Love feels like your head on his shoulder, a earpiece connecting the both of you By the ear, your favourite song on repeat playing through the earbuds.

Love feels like the 'Good morning.' 'How are you?' 'I love you.' that you text each other every day.

Love feels like the soft "Hey..."and the loud "See you!", the gentle kisses on foreheads and the rough tight hugs around the waist.

Love feels like the slightly stinging slap mark you left on his arm that morning, or your messy hair as a result of your it being ruffled by him.

Love feels like quarrels and stupid little fights that last a day, a week, or two, but never more.

Love feels like the silent, or loud, dates when you stare into each other's eyes with orbs full of affection.

Love feels like the hour-long video calls which always leaves your phones dead, but with plenty of screenshots of each other in your gallery.

Love feels like the warmth spreading from your body to his, or his to yours via your bodies pressed together in a loose cuddle.

Love feels like hearing your voice, or seeing your face, or feeling your touch, or tasting your lips, of smelling your sweet scent.

Love feels like you.

He turns his phone off and goes to sleep with a smile on his face.